Chapter 639 Asking for help

"Master...Master wants me to occupy an...extra seat for him. He is too busy, Harry Potter." Twinkle's eyes flickered, and she turned her head sideways and looked at the empty seat next to her.

Noticing the change in her gaze and tone, Robert also shifted his gaze and easily found traces of residual magic power there.

Apparently, someone had sat there before and used magic directly on the seat.

This is a smart house elf. She probably wanted to seek help in this way after recognizing Harry.

But to her disappointment, Harry apparently didn't recognize her hint.

And Robert would not tell Harry this. In a situation where the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear, if Barty Crouch Jr. senses that someone has discovered his traces, who knows what more terrible things he will do.

"Winky really wanted to go back to the master's tent, but Winky obeyed the master's instructions and waited here. Winky is a very well-behaved house elf." She looked at the edge of the box in fear and quickly covered her eyes completely. .

Harry wanted to say something to her, but she was unwilling to put her hands down and talk to him again.

Shrugging, Harry turned back and looked at everyone, looking a little innocent.

Ron complained softly, "House elves are really weird people, aren't they?"

"Dobby is even weirder than her." Harry spread his hands helplessly and walked back to everyone, "Forget it, she may need some private space."

"You shouldn't worry about her." Ron took out the panoramic telescope that Harry gave him and waved it left and right to show off in front of Hermione.

Until Hermione couldn't stand it any longer and reminded, "Ron, you're holding the telescope backwards!"

"Cough, cough, cough." Hearing this, Ron's face turned even greener. He quickly collected himself and stopped talking. He picked up the binoculars and looked at the audience seat opposite.

"This thing is awesome! The picture is so clear that it feels like you are right in front of your eyes!" He fiddled with the playback knob on the side of the telescope and shouted excitedly, "This playback function is also great! Haha! I can let the old guy opposite me play again Pick your nose once...pick it again...pick it again..."

Mrs. Weasley scolded displeasedly, "Don't call others an old guy! Ron! Especially if that person is a respectable elder!"

Ron retracted the telescope in a nonchalant manner, and he and Harry ran to a corner to play by themselves.

Hermione poked Robert, who was still looking around, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

After checking again, no abnormalities were found, which made Robert quietly sigh in relief. He shook his head, not wanting to tell Hermione his guess and make her worry.

Hermione simply didn't mean to get to the bottom of it, but flipped through the game instructions with a tasseled velvet cover, "I think you might be interested in this! There will be a performance by the team mascot before the game."

"Oh, that's always worth seeing," said Mr. Weasley. "You know, each participating team will bring some exotic animals from their home countries and let them do something in the Quidditch Cup. It’s very interesting to perform and show what’s different about your country.”

Since Mr. Weasley said so, it must be very interesting, right?

As time went by, the empty seats in the venue were gradually filled, and the box they were in was no exception.

Mr. Weasley kept shaking hands and introducing his children.

Those people were either employees of the Ministry of Magic or descendants of pure-blood families. For a while, Bill, Charlie and Percy all gained something.

This is a good opportunity to expand your network.

At this moment, Cornelius Fudge appeared in the box wearing his iconic dark green hat. Mr. Weasley seemed a little unhappy, but out of respect for his immediate superior, he still went over to greet him as a courtesy. Say hello.

Minister Fudge had no interest in the Weasley family, but when he saw Harry, his enthusiasm was simply eye-catching.

He was like an old father who hadn't seen his own son for a long time, greeting Harry with greetings, which made Harry extremely embarrassed.

Are we so familiar?

No, I rather want to know, have we met? !

Harry kept complaining in his mind.

However, the Minister of Magic doesn't care what Harry thinks. His purpose is the same as Gilderoy Lockhart, using Harry Potter's name to improve his social status.

It can be said that it has a strong purpose.

"This is Harry Potter!" He squeezed Harry's hand tightly, turned his head, and shouted loudly to the man sitting next to him wearing a black velvet robe embroidered with gold, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, " Harry Potter! That’s the boy who escaped death from the mysterious man! You must know him!”

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic was confused at first, as if he didn't understand English, but when he saw the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead, he immediately pointed at it excitedly and screamed.

"He finally understood." Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He took a long breath. Harry took the opportunity to withdraw his hand, "Really, this guy doesn't understand English at all. I talked to him for a while. All day long, I had no idea what he was talking about. Sure enough, this kind of thing should be left to Barty Crouch... Why hasn't he arrived yet?"

Fudge's expression was a little unhappy, "I urgently need a full-time translator now! How could he be absent at this time! Ah, I saw his house elf occupied a seat for him... This old guy always thinks like this Thoughtful... Aha, Lucius, my dear friend, there you are!”

As he said that, Minister Fudge actually stood up and walked over to greet him.

Ginny watched with distress as red bumps appeared on Harry's slightly thin wrist, which were formed after someone pinched him hard.

"How could he do this?!" Ginny shouted angrily, "How dare he pinch you! You despicable villain!"

Robert took out his wand and applied a healing spell to Harry's wrist. The swelling slowly disappeared, and after a while, even the needle-like pain disappeared.

The Bulgarian Minister of Magic shifted his gaze and whispered, "That's why I didn't want to talk to him all day."

He spoke in a pure Cockney accent. The little guys turned their heads and looked at this guy in shock, "You speak English?!"

The Bulgarian wizard blinked and made a shushing gesture, "Keep it a secret for me, I don't want to be entangled with him."

The little wizards nodded quickly.

At this moment, Fudge came back, and his hand was still tightly holding a person with light blond hair, but it was not long hair.